At either end of the round dining table, two identical people sat identical.

One was eating lukewarmly, while the other sat up straight like a puppet.

Ryan didn't expect to be bad, this universe's self is indeed a prodigal.

Of course, this can't ignore his ability, at the very least, this large-scale restaurant is a masterpiece that he runs alone.

It's just that he doesn't seem to care if he eats grass on the edge of the nest or not

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